Well it's slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga See these other fools but you can't see me, Who am I? (It's motherfucker) Do or die (We gives a motherfucker) So your roll, I'm In Control like Janet The twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya want to, 'cause I'm Grab my strap clear the corner, bitch!!
So all my bitches and my and my niggas and my bitches Wave motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't a shit Like we don't a shit Wave motherfucking fingers in the air So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my Wave your motherfucking in the air And if you don't a fuck Like we don't a fuck your motherfucking hands in the air
Now on a one, two, three who it be Coming a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three So ninety-four's arrived nigga, on up And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck up Now can't nobody see me or there I bails, I put it down on the ground 'cause ain't for sale in the Coupe With the beat flossing off D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you what I mean And it don't much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap In your ass, for getting us all up Now it, it's a calling for niggas like Doggs Who supposed to be the shit, but bitching like hogs (Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) y'all Stay full of that gin and and have a ball
I packs a strap, that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches get dick? Before they say, that Daz is that nigga back in the day Ya ever thought I'd see him busting with Dr. Dre Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap ass
So all my and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches Wave motherfucking hands in the air And if you give a shit Like we don't give a your motherfucking fingers in the air So all my niggas and my bitches and my and my niggas Wave your hands in the air And if you don't a fuck Like we don't a fuck your motherfucking hands in the air
You're headed my way, nigga you to hit a you-turn quick So what's happening? I'm capping shit up like a flick The kinpin of the clique, top 17 shot Glock cocked, so all drop The run of the mill fool get broke off for trying to The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause it's a fest I chronic everyday, so what have we Another motherfucker, served like some cavy Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice 2Pac (plus I'm) rolling two Glocks Fly motherfuckers can't see like Pinhead, beware I'm tearing shit the fuck up Slow your roll, like legs was broken Who's joking? Rakim joked, so why should I loc? Now my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe Running em Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row motherfuckers die 'cause I'm serving it They can't fuck with or see me I'm murdering (Smoking indo, look out my window I suppose) (Niggas don't understand how we different flows) (I'm raw like new footage) I'm like a BF Goodrich (Bring your whole set and get hood lynched) (Drop to knees like a dog in heat) Peep the murderous styles and the techniques
So all my bitches and my and my niggas and my bitches Wave your hands in the air And if you don't give a Like we give a shit Wave motherfucking fingers in the air So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my Wave your motherfucking in the air And if you give a fuck Like we don't give a Wave motherfucking hands in the air
Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the Take down, when it to the mic I'm putting my weight down And that's 175 of beed Beating yo' ass down to the Fool, act like ya I'm stranded on Row with no where to go, so a girl to do Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you to do?
your guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care (Niggas give a fuck nigga) nothing at all, just my Doggs and clocking the grip bitch (Niggas don't a fuck nigga) That's why I can kick it so tuff, 'cause times get ruff, my (Niggas give a fuck nigga) The clique I'm with, give a shit, ya know why? (Real niggaz don't a fuck)
To all my bitches and my Wave motherfucking hands in the air To all my bitches and my Wave your motherfucking in the air To all my and my niggas And if you don't give a Like we don't give a Wave your motherfucking in the air